Fault 2 // Denis Stoff

F i f t e e n

First day of tour // operation fake relationship. //

"So you guys really are back together?" James frowned. Clearly confused, it wasn't our fault. We really weren't allowed tell anyone.

"Yep." I said, putting on my best fake smile. "We figured everything out."

"I still find this really weird." Ben chirped in. Eating a bag of chips.

"Where's Matty?" Cameron asked.

"Guys" Denis chuckled. "One question at a time please, God."

"Fine I'll go first." Ben smirked. "Because let's face it, my opinion is the most important."

I giggled. I missed these guys. Just not Denis.

I couldn't wait to rip Denis's arm off of my hip. He was really milking it.

"Where is Matty?" Ben asked.

"With my mom." I lied. "She would not let him come along, she thought it wasn't safe."

"True, how is an absolute piss up safe for a two year old." James chuckled.

I laughed along. Kill me now.

"Do you not miss him?" Sam asked, leaning on the counter.

Denis and I nodded.

"Very much. I wish he could've came, but I'll be seeing him when we're in LA again. Maybe I'll just stay with him then."

Denis shot me a glare, which I ignored.

Another 30 minutes or so consisted of the guys asking how on earth was I not angry at Denis anymore.

If only they knew, I'm surprised they don't. I literally look so fake right now, I'm pretty sure I'm acting it too.

But Denis, God I wanted to kill him. I knew he was doing this because he liked me, but me? I was doing this for my son, and maybe Denis's career. Just a little bit.

The guys arrived at the hotel we would be staying in for the night. Before the first show tomorrow.

I carried my things up to Denis and I's room. I am not sleeping in the same bed, I want to sleep on the couch. There better be one.

"Wow babe" Denis teased, "looks like we're really making it look believable."

I rolled my eyes. "Can you not? Also stop milking it. You don't need to speak to me like that when we're alone."

"Brighten up princess." He smirked. "A lot of girls would be over the moon to spend months with me."

"I'm not those girls though, am I? I'm your ex and the mother of your kid. So please, stop. You're making me uncomfortable."

If I'm honest I was kinda liking the attention. But he did not need to know that, I need to keep my walls up and be confident.

Denis swiped the card to our room and we were in. This hotel was so fancy, the room was gorgeous.

One problem though, no couch. Only single ones. Fuck.

I walked into the bedroom, which had a huge kind sized bed. Maybe I can just keep my distance? Sleep at the bottom perhaps? Like when we were kids.

I feel nervous about spending such a long time with Denis. What if my feelings which I fought so hard to stop, came back?

"Wow, what a lovely room for me and my girlfriend." Denis winked, throwing himself onto the bed.

I sighed. "Yeah. Boyfriend. What a nice room that I won't be sleeping in."

"Huh?" He said, raising his head.

"I'll sleep on the singular couches."

"Nope." He smirked. "You'll be sleeping here. What if the guys walk in and see us sleeping in different rooms? That won't be believable, baby girl."

"Shut it!" I whined. Causing Denis to chuckle.

"I can tell you're going much easier on me lately." He said seriously. "Thanks."

I looked at him and raised a brow. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."

"You wanna know what helps me sleep at night?"

I frowned. "What?"

This better not be a cheesy pick up line. I swear to god.

"Rough sex." He smirked, winking at me.

I threw a pillow at him. "Gross!"

"You used to never complain." He winked.

"And you, used to never last." I challenged.

His eyes widened. "Yes I did!"

"Yeah, those twenty seconds made me a moaning mess." I said sarcastically.

"Whatever" he mumbled, quite embarrassed.

Truth is, he actually lasted quite a while. But I felt like defending myself. Due to the fact he made me blush.

Denis had made me blush.

What the fuck.

"Anyways." He coughed. "The lads want us to join them at a nearby restaurant in an hour. Dress up, we've gotta look like a hot couple."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

He laughed his ass off as I left to get changed. God, I hate him. Well at least I think I do.

I had a quick shower, not needing to wash my hair as I did last night.

I then, slipped on one of my best dresses. He wanted to play games right? Why not tease him for the whole night?

I walked out of the bathroom and Denis's jaw dropped, but he quickly played it off.

I pretended to not notice him and went over to the stand where I set all my perfumes, spraying my favourite one all over me.

I slyly caught a glance at Denis, he was wearing black skinny jeans (as usual) with a white button up shirt and his fancy black shoes.

He does look hot, I won't lie. But I still hate his guts.

"You ready?" He asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I muttered, grabbing my purse and leaving with him.

"You look hot." Denis blurted out before covering his mouth. "Shit sorry."

I couldn't help but giggle.

Fucking giggle.